Raymond Lee, author

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

In this spin-off from the One Nation Under Zombies series, the deadly Z-1219 virus has struck Hollywood.

Follow a motley crew of celebrities and those in the biz, ranging from bodyguards to producers, from reality TV stars to Grammy and Oscar winning superstars, as they struggle to survive the zombie apocalypse as the Hollywood Hills become infested with cloudy-eyed, rotting monsters far worse than any celebrity stalker.GET IT NOW!

Sunday, May 7, 2017

The group of survivors must go up against their deadliest opponent yet: Winter

The survivors must bounce back from their losses and push through a harsh winter. Again, the humans they cross are far more dangerous than the undead scrambling for their flesh. They must overcome battles within their own group to help one another survive the elements as they find themselves once again on the run, zombies and their own demons chomping at their heels.

Thursday, January 21, 2016

While you're waiting for the second book to be finished, here's a peek at a new character.

“Richards!”

Richards woke with
a start, a cold chill clinging to his sweat-covered body. “Was I screaming
again?”

“Yeah, bro. You
all right?” Garcia asked, passing him a bottle of water.

He took a swig,
looking around the small room as he did. The space next to him on the
sweat-soaked cot was empty. “Where’s the girl?”

“I told her to get
back to her quarters. She came to us, said to check on you. Said you were
thrashing around, moaning. She thought you might be turning. By the time I got
here you were screaming. Lucky she left instead of putting a bullet in your
head.”

Richards nodded.
The world had made a lot of people trigger-happy since the outbreak. Show even
the slightest sign you might be turning into a zombie and you’d find a bullet
in your head before you could blink. He’d seen an older woman shoot a toddler
in the face after she’d bitten her older brother. The child wasn’t infected,
she was just a normal child doing what toddlers sometimes did. The kid’s
mother, one of the actresses who’d traveled from California to Fort Huachuaca
while the base still stood, killed the woman immediately after. He’d done
nothing to prevent it, understanding where she was coming from.

Nightmares of what
Jen did to Scotty still haunted him along with the guilt of knowing it wouldn’t
have happened had he been there to protect them from the infected person who’d
attacked her and left her to turn, left her to eat her own baby. The research
that had been done since the outbreak suggested Jen wouldn’t have known what
she was doing, but he still couldn’t forgive her.

“You good?” Garcia
asked. “I need to get back on watch.”

“Yeah, man.”
Richards reached down for his pants. “I’ll be out in a minute to join you. I’ve
slept enough.”

“Cool, bro. See
you in a few.”

He pulled his
pants on and washed up, using the soap and water in the bucket in his small
room, before pulling on his army issue T-shirt. This was the second place
they’d established a makeshift fort since their original military base had went
down. It wasn’t much, but it was shelter, and the Russian bastards who’d blown
up their base didn’t know about it.

A lot of soldiers
had died that day, along with several people seeking sanctuary there, killed by
spies within. All of the bases had been hit, but Nebraska had taken the worst
punch. No one had survived. A new set of survivor bases had been established by
what remained of the military and his men were one of many crews faced with the
task of finding survivors and getting them to the safety of those bases. They
made temporary shelters along the way, stayed long enough to find people, and then
their caravan continued north.

They’d lost some
along the way. Not everyone in their group was survivor material and tended to
hinder their progress, but they couldn’t leave those people behind. Those were
the people they’d joined the military to protect in the first place. Even the
spoiled celebrities who’d came to Fort Huachuca in the beginning, flooding in
from L.A. Many of them expected special treatment, luxury in the zombie
apocalypse. Their sense of reality already distorted before the outbreak, they
continued expecting to be catered to after the country became a warzone between
the living and the dead. Many of them were the first ones to die. Grammy and
Oscar trophies didn’t mean shit when zombies were on your ass.

Richards had
watched the lead guitarist of one of his favorite bands get eaten. There
was a time he would have mourned the
loss, having worshipped the band, but in the end the guy was just a guy.
Actually, he’d been an alcoholic shithead who’d trampled a woman and two
children while trying to avoid getting bitten. You might outrun a zombie, but
karma was a fast bitch. He knew. He’d spend the rest of his life trying to stay
one step ahead of the bitch himself. She’d already taken his wife and child
though. He honestly had nothing else to lose except his life. Some days he
thought that might not be a bad thing, but then he’d see a child in need of
help. Saving them was the only thing saving him.

He met up with
Garcia at the fence surrounding the shipping yard. As far as temporary
campsites went, it was pretty good. They’d emptied the shipping containers,
taking useful supplies, and turning them into shelters complete with cots or
sleeping bags. A nearby stream provided fresh water, and the whole area was
protected by the fence.

“This isn’t a bad
camp,” Garcia said around the cigarette in his mouth, seeming to read his mind.
“Almost hate to leave it tomorrow.”

“We’ve spent
enough time here,” Richards advised. “We’ve found all the people we’re going to
safely find. There are many more out there who need us to find them.”

“True dat,” Garcia
said before blowing out a series of smoke rings. They walked the perimeter in
silence for another ten minutes before Garcia spoke again. “You dream of your
wife and kid, don’t you?”

“We all dream
about the ones we lost, the ones we failed to protect. It comes with the job.”

“Yeah, the
recruiters never told us that part.”

“Would it have
mattered? We’re all soldiers now, even the ones who’ve never been trained. It’s
all of us against all of them.”

“Them being the
walking dead or the Russian bastards that sent them here?”

“Both. Two
different horns coming from the same devil.”

“Devil is right.”
Garcia tossed his spent cigarette butt to the ground and stomped it out. “I
swear we’re all walking through hell now.”

Richards nearly
tripped as an image from his most recent nightmare replayed in his mind. Raven
Bleu, the young blue-haired girl from his hometown, reached out to him through
a circle of flames licking away at her, telling him to hurry. It was as if she
called for him to help her.

He knew she was
most likely dead, just like his parents. The dream still filled him with a
sense of urgency, a feeling he needed to be at a certain place at a certain
time to help her. It was crazy, the thought he’d ever see the girl he left
behind in Kentucky again as he traveled North from Arizona to whatever remained
of the base in Nebraska, but it gave him a daydream to entertain, something to
hope for.

Sunday, May 17, 2015

I had planned on having it done and released by the end of March. Honestly, by this point in the grand plan, it would have been released, I would have finished and released Redemption under my real name, and would be starting on the next Raymond Lee book.

Didn't happen. I apologize. Trust me, I'm more upset about it than anyone.

I am still writing. I've just had many time-consuming hurdles to get over, and there's the migraines I suffer from. At this point I'm not going to give a definite date the book will come out as I seem to be jinxing myself by doing that. Just know it will be out as soon as possible, that I am working on it, and if it's taking longer than expected, that's because I want it to be a quality book. I won't rush to meet a deadline only to deliver crap.

I am introducing some new characters in this book and hope you like them (or like hating them) ! My daughter is also working on an awesome Raymond Lee logo which will also double as book cover design for my audio and print editions of the books by changing it up a bit for each story.

Also, if you enjoy audiobooks, I've found a narrator I like and work will be started on the audio version of Mail Horror Bride soon!

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